Hi! Did you guys catch the series finale of Believe? It was really good, but I'm sad it's over! This is a one-shot about Tate's thoughts on their new life. This is post-series. Sorry for it being so short!
Disclaimer: What would even make you think that I own Believe!
He watched her sleep. She was peaceful, carefree. She deserved it, after almost dying on several occasions. Now, if only he could have the same luxury.
Tate would never tell Bo, but he was scared. He didn't have Winter to guide him anymore, and even when he did have him, he still messed up. But Tate didn't regret anything. Everything will be ok now, he reminded himself. But truly, Tate thought that to think of that would be naive. To be all cheerful and happy and to not be worried about anything anymore, would be what Bo would do.
The truth was, trouble had a knack of finding them. Or rather, they had a knack of finding trouble. This wouldn't be the last time they had to get out of a life death situation and he knew it.
As he drove through the streets of Mexico, he reflected on all that had happened. Meeting Nina, Death Row, Winter breaking him out, Meeting Bo, learning she was his daughter, and almost losing her. Bo was the most important thing in his life right now, and Tate knew that he would do anything for her.
It was quite ironic, actually. He used to see kids as nuisances, troublesome annoying maggots, and now, well everything was different now. Bo was his daughter. She was relying on him. Just the mere thought of a human being depending on him for life, scared Tate out of his wits.
But he would step up and be responsible for once in his life. Prove to all those people that they were wrong, that Wiliam Tate did care, that Nina was right. She was the only one who believed in him when no one else did. He knew he was good once, and though he had been misguided, with Bo he knew he was good again.
They had been driving for a pretty long time, and it was nine in the morning. Bo had been sleeping since ten in the night, surely she was properly rested by now... Smirking he turned up the radio. Bo snapped up startled, and glared at him.
"Hey!" She protested.
Tate smiled at her innocently. "What?" He asked.
Bo sighed and slumped her shoulders, turning off the music. "Something's never change." She muttered.
"Oh, And that's such a bad thing?" Tate asked. Bo smiled at him. "No, it's a great thing." She said sincerely.
Tate smiled back, maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Maybe he could actually do this.
"You can. I know you can." Bo said, reading his mind.
"Bo, why did you choose to go with me? You could've stayed with Winter and Channing, they've been with you all your life. Winters like your father." Tate said, worrying.
Bo turned to him. "Exactly. He's like my father. But he isn't, you are. I'm going with you because you care about me. I know you do. I'm going with you, because I know that you would do anything for me. And I'm going with you, because I love you, because you're my dad." She said.
"You mean that?" Tate asked her, incredulously.
"Every word."
"I love you too." He said. Bo smirked at him. "I know." Tate smiled, what on earth was he worrying about. Everything would be perfect.
I hope.